The Prince of Life, once slain for us,
Is now gone up on high;
Captivity was captive led,
And Christ no more can die.

His word is faithfulness and truth–
"Behold, I quickly come;"
And faith, that counts the promise sure,
Can pierce the midnight gloom.

Far spent already in the night,
In hope we hail the day
Of the beloved Lord’s return,
To wipe all tears away.

Jesus, at the appointed hour,
In glory shall appear;
Then, fashioned by His mighty hand,
We shall His image bear.

Soon shall the saints with glory crowned
Dwell in that cloudless light,
And see their Lord in glory owned,
Heaven’s constant, sweet delight.

Savior divine, whose name we know,
In whom alone we trust,
Thou art the Lord our Righteousness,
Thou art Thy people’s boast.

The guilty soul, by sin defiled,
The conscience sore opprest,
In Thee believing stands approved,
And finds abiding rest.

To Thee, our great redeeming Lord,
What lasting thanks we owe,
For raising sinners to such joys
From depths of endless woe.

"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!

Hosanna to the King of kings!
The great incarnate Word!
Ten thousand songs and glories wait
The coming of our Lord!

Thy victories and Thine endless fame
Through the wide world shall run,
And everlasting ages sing
The triumphs Thou hast won.

There is a name we love to hear,
We love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in our ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

It tells us of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set us free;
It tells us of His precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

Jesus! the name we love so well,
The name we love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

This name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads us up to God.

And there the whole triumphant throng,
Of blood-bought saints on high,
Shall sing the new eternal song
With Jesus ever nigh.

Ah! yes, Lord Jesus (Thou whose heart
Still for Thy saints doth care),
We shall behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy full image bear.

Thy love sustains us by the way,
While pilgrims here below;
Thou dost, O Savior, day by day,
Thy suited grace bestow.

But oh! the more we learn of Thee,
And Thy rich mercy prove,
The more we long Thy face to see,
And fully prove Thy love.

Then, shine, Thou Bright and Morning Star,
Dispel the dreary gloom;
O take, from sin and grief afar,
Thy blood-bought people home!

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 the Lamb! ’tis He who bore
My sins upon the tree;
And paid in death the dreadful score–
The guilt that lay on me.

I’d look to Him till sight endear
The Savior to my heart;
To Him I look who calms my fear,
Nor from Himself would part.

I’d look until His precious love
My every thought control,
Its vast constraining influence prove
O’er body, spirit, soul.

To Him I look, while still I run–
My never-failing Friend!
Finish, He will, the work begun,
And grace in glory end.

Jesus! how much Thy name unfolds
To every opened ear;
The pardoned sinner’s memory holds
None other half so dear.

Thy name encircles every grace
That God as man could show;
There only could He fully trace
A life divine below.

Jesus–it speaks a life of love,
Of sorrows meekly borne;
It tells of sympathy above,
Whatever makes us mourn.

Jesus, the One who knew no sin,
Made sin to make us just;
Thou gav’st Thyself our love to win–
Our full confiding trust.

The mention of Thy name shall bow
Our hearts to worship Thee;
The chiefest of ten thousand Thou,
Whose love has set us free.

Come, let us join our cheerful songs,
And thus approach the throne:
Had we ten thousand thousand tongues,
Our theme of joy’s but one:

"Worthy the Lamb that’s gone on high
To be exalted thus;"
"Worthy the Lamb that died," we cry,
"For He was slain for us."

Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine:
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

Soon shall the saints, exalted high,
A glorious anthem raise;
And all that dwell beneath the sky
Speak forth Thine endless praise.

Redeemed creation join in one,
T’ adore the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to exalt the Lamb.

Jesus, of Thee we ne’er would tire;
The new and living food
Can satisfy our heart’s desire,
And life is in Thy blood.

If such the happy midnight song
Our prisoned spirits raise,
What are the joys that cause, ere long,
Eternal bursts of praise?

To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no curse to trace;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
But see Thee face to face.

To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word;
And fully all to have attained
The image of our Lord.

For this we’re pressing onward still,
And in this hope would be
More subject to the Father’s will,
E’en now much more like Thee.

O God, the spring of all our joys,
The life of our delights:
The glory of our brightest days,
The comfort of our nights.

The opened heaven around us throws
Fresh beams of sacred bliss,
The Savior shows that He is ours,
And whispers we are His.

Our souls would leave this cumbrous clay,
At that transporting word;
And brightened hope brings near the day,
To meet and see the Lord.

Behold the Lamb, whose precious blood
Drawn from His riven side,
Had power to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.

The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by His side,
And proved the value of the name
Of Jesus crucified.

His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received,
Redemption’s earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.

We, too, the cleansing power have known
Of the atoning blood,
By grace have learnt His name to own,
Which brings us back to God.

To Him, then let our songs ascend,
Who stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner’s Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.

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.

O Lord! ’tis joy to look above,
And see Thee on the throne,
To search the heights and depths of love
Which Thou to us hast shown.

To look beyond the long dark night,
And hail the coming day,
When, Thou to all Thy saints in light,
Thy glories wilt display.

And, oh! ’tis joy the path to trace
By Thee so meekly trod;
Learning of Thee to walk in grace,
And fellowship with God!

Joy to confess Thy blessed name,
The virtue of Thy blood,
And to the wearied heart proclaim,
Behold the Lamb of God!

Still in a land of doubt and dearth,
Our longing spirits cry
To Thee, the Lord of heaven and earth,
Our thirst to satisfy.

O Thou with love more strong than death,
Unquenched by deepest waves;
We need throughout the walk of faith
The same free grace that saves.

We would not take from falsehood’s fire,
Though glittering be the spark;
Thou only art our heart’s desire,
Art light where all is dark.

Dark unbelief alone can shroud
A Sun that sets no more;
And when Thy grace removes the cloud,
We see Thee as before.

We soon shall join the white-robed throng,
We soon shall walk by sight;
Till then by faith we raise the song,
By faith in Thee delight.

Our God is light: and though we go
Across a trackless wild,
Our Jesus footsteps ever show
The path for every child.

At every step afresh we prove
How sure our heavenly Guide;
The faithful and forbearing love
That never turns aside.

Thou weariest not, most gracious Lord,
Though we may weary grow;
In season the sustaining word
Thou giv’st our hearts to know.

Death’s bitter waters met our thirst,
Thy cross has made them sweet;
Then on our gladdened vision burst
God’s shady, cool retreat.

Through scenes of strife, by graves of lust,
Our desert path has been;
But here, O Lord, we’ve learned to trust
And love Thee though unseen.

The manna and the springing well
Suffice for every need;
And Eschol’s grapes the story tell
Of where Thy path doth lead.

There is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus’ veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Savior in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are washed away.

Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.

E’er since by faith, we saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for sin,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
Our joy and peace has been.

Soon in a nobler, sweeter song
We’ll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping, stamm’ring tongue,
But conquerors o’er the grave.

Lord, we believe Thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though we be)
For us a blood-bought, free reward,
And harps of minstrelsy.

Harps strung and tuned for endless years
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears,
No other name but Thine.

All that we were–our sins, our guilt,
Our death–was all our own;
All that we are we owe to Thee,
Thou God of grace, alone.

Thy mercy found us in our sins,
And gave us to believe;
Then, in believing, peace we found;
And in Thy Christ we live.

All that we are as saints on earth,
All that we hope to be
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
We owe it all to Thee.

Jesus, our Lord, Thou Morning Star,
How well we know Thy name,
Jesus, the Lord, the Crucified,
In glory still the same.

Jesus, the One who left the throne
To save a ruined race,
Thy love and lowliness still shine
Upon that glorious face.

Jesus, the One who trod the earth,
The lowly, subject One,
Obedience unto death was Thine,
God’s well-beloved Son!

Jesus! what mem’ries thrill our hearts
Of Thy blest footprints here,
While now to heaven our eyes we turn
And gaze upon Thee there!

Jesus, our Savior, quickly come!
That we may with Thee be;
Heaven’s morning breaks and glory dawns,
When Thy blest face we see.

O God! what cords of love are Thine,
How gentle, yet how strong!
Thy truth and grace their strength combine
To draw our souls along.

The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And when the fight of faith begins,
Our strength is as the day.

Comfort through all this vale of tears,
In blest profusion flows;
And glory in unnumbered years
Eternity bestows.

Drawn by such cords we’ll onward move,
Till round the throne we meet,
And, captive in the chains of love,
Embrace our Savior’s feet.

The Lamb of God our Shepherd is,
And He who doth us feed;
While He is ours and we are His,
What can we want or need?

He leads us to the tender grass,
And there we feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently pass,
In both we have the best.

And if we stray, He doth convert
And bring our minds in frame;
And all this not for our desert,
But for His holy name.

Yea, in death’s shady black, abode,
Well may we walk, nor fear
While Thou art with us, and Thy rod
To guide, Thy staff to bear.

If through the darksome vale of death
We pass, we need not fear;
Our Savior, He who gave us breath,
Brings light and triumph there.

Yea, in the face of deadliest foes
He spreads our board in peace;
In Him secure may we repose,
While all our joys increase.

Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love
Shall measure all our days;
Thy Father’s house, our home above,
Where dwells eternal praise.

Lord Jesus! are we won with Thee?
O height! O depth of love!
And crucified and dead with Thee,
Now one in heaven above.

Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst form heaven come down;
With us of flesh and blood partake,
And make our guilt Thine own.

Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy ransomed free.

Ascended now, in glory bright
Life-giving Head Thou art;
Nor life, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.

And soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we with Thee are one.

Father, Thy name our souls would bless,
As children taught by grace,
Lift up our hearts in righteousness
And joy before Thy face.

Sweet is the confidence Thou giv’st,
Though high above our praise,
Our hearts resort to where Thou liv’st
In heaven’s unclouded rays.

There in the purpose of Thy love
Our place is now prepared,
As sons with Him who is above,
Who all our sorrows shared.

Eternal ages shall declare
The riches of Thy grace,
To those who with Thy Son shall share
A son’s eternal peace.

Absent as yet, we rest in hope,
Treading the desert path,
Waiting for Him who takes up
Beyond the power of death.

We joy in Thee, Thy holy love
Our endless portion is,
Like Thine own Son, with Him above,
In brightest heavenly bliss.

O Holy Father, keep us here
In that blest name of love,
Walking before Thee without fear
Till all be joy above.

Behold the Lamb with glory crowned!
To Him all power be given;
No place too high for Him is found,
No place too high in heaven.

He fills the throne–the throne above,
He fills it without wrong;
The object of His Father’s love,
Theme of the ransomed’s song.

Though high yet He accepts the praise
His people offer here;
The faintest, feeblest cry they raise
Will reach the Savior’s ear.

This song be ours, and this alone,
To celebrate the name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to exalt the Lamb.

To Him whom men despise and slight,
To Him be glory given;
The crown is His, and His by right
The highest place in heaven.

‘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 cannot weep.

How bright the resurrection-morn
On all the saints shall 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 for ever 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.

Savior, we long to follow Thee,
Daily Thy cross to bear,
And count all else, whate’er it be,
Unworthy of our care.

We are not now our own, but Thine,
The purchase of Thy blood,
And made, by grace and love divine,
The sons and heirs of God.

Thy Spirit, too, the present seal
Of all The Father’s love,
Dwells in our souls and does reveal
The glorious rest above.

Thy life is now beyond the grave;
Our souls Thou hast set free;
Life, strength, and grace in Thee we have,
For we are one with Thee.

O teach us so the power to know
Of risen life with Thee;
Not we may live while here below,
But Christ our life may be.

God’s sovereign grace to us has given,
While pilgrims here below,
A share in all the joys of heaven,
And that blest heaven to know.

With thankful hearts we now can bid
Farewell to pleasure here!
With Christ in God our life is hid,
And all its springs are there.

‘Tis now concealed and lodged secure
In God’s eternal Son,
And there, as He , it shall endure,
Though to the world unknown.

Then, Lord, remove whate’er divides
Our longing souls from Thee;
‘Tis fit that where the Head resides,
The members’ hearts should be.

To Him that saved us from the world,
And washed us in His blood,
Called us to share His glorious throne,
As kings and priests to God:

To Him let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love!
All grateful honors paid on earth,
And nobler songs above!

Awake each soul! awake each tongue
The subject is divine;
The Savior’s love demands our song;
Let all His people join.

This Savior is the mighty God,
The God of heaven above;
Revealed in flesh, He shed His blood,
Blest proof of endless love.

Jesus, Thy love exceeds our thought;
But this at least we see,
The soul that knows Thy love is taught
To value naught but Thee.

And though Thy love be faintly seen,
What’s seen demands our praise;
Without it, Lord, we still had been
Ensnared in Satan’s ways.