The Lord of life in death hath lain,
To clear me from all charge of sin;
And, Lord, from guilt of crimson stain
Thy precious blood hath made me clean.

And now a righteousness divine
Is all my glory, all my trust;
Nor will I fear since that is mine,
While Thou dost live, and God is just.

Clad in this robe, how bright I shine!
Angels possess not such a dress;
Angels have not a robe like mine–
Jesus, the Lord’s my righteousness.

Thou sit’st on high, eternal Word,
As Son of man, as sovereign Lord,
And now by faith on Thee we rest,
Till all Thy title have confessed.

Thou hast our souls from sin made clean,
Thy Spirit gives us strength within;
Whilst Thou for us in all our need,
At God’s right hand dost ever plead.

O keep us in the narrow way,
That ne’er from Thee our footsteps stray;
Sustain our weakness, calm our fear,
And to Thy presence keep us near.

Oh be it thus till that blest day,
When God shall wipe all tears away;
Quickly , ’tis promised in the word,
E’en so Amen. Come quickly, Lord.

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.

When we survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
Our richest gain we count but loss,
And pour contempt on all our pride.

Forbid it Lord, that we should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our God;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We’d sacrifice them to His blood.

There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest powers,
Demands our soul, our life, our all.

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!

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
And praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

On Christ salvation rests secure;
The Rock of Ages must endure;
Nor can that faith be overthrown
Which rests upon the "Living Stone."

No other hope shall intervene:
To Him we look, on Him we lean:
Other foundations we disown,
And build on Christ, the " Living Stone."

In Him, it is ordained to raise
A temple to Jehovah’s praise,
Composed of all the saints, who own
No Savior but the "Living Stone."

View the vast building, see it rise;
The work how great! the plan how wise!
O wondrous fabric! power unknown!
That rears it on the "Living Stone."

But most adore His precious name;
His glory and His grace proclaim;
For us, condemned, despised, undone,
He gave Himself, the "Living Stone."

O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Who shed’st for us Thine own life blood,
And teach us all Thy love:–then pain
In life were sweet, and death were gain.

Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
For ever closed to all but Thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love for ever there.

How blest are they who still abide,
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
And with Thee move, and in Thee live.

Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable.

Firstborn of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow;
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
We bear Thy cross and seek Thy crown.

Now in a song of grateful praise,
To our dear Lord the voice we’ll raise;
With all His saints we’ll join to tell,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."

All worlds His glorious power confess,
His wisdom all His works express;
But oh, His love!–what tongue can tell?
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."

And since our souls have known His love,
What mercies has He made us prove,
Mercies which all our praise excel;
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."

And when on that bright day we rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
In heavenly songs this note shall swell,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."

Jesus! before The face we fall,
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all;
For we have nowhere else to flee;
No Sanctuary, Lord, but Thee.

In Thee we every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
‘Tis all our rest and peace to see
Our Sanctuary, Lord, in Thee.

Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy blest presence let us hide;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Thou shalt our Sanctuary be.

Through time, with all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes,
Let this support each fainting heart,
That Thou our Sanctuary art.

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.

Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Salvation’s theirs and of the Lord;
They draw from heaven’s eternal spring,
The living God, their great reward.

Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Whom grace has kept in dangers past,
And, O sweet truth! the Lord will bring
His people safe to heaven at last.

Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Of Jesus sing, through all their days,
In heaven above their harps they’ll string,
And there for ever sing His praise.

O render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Hath stood, and doth for ever last.

The Father’s boundless love we sing,
The fountain whence our blessings spring;
How great the depth, how high it flows,
No saint can tell, no angel knows.

Its length and breadth no eye can trace,
No thought explore the bounds of grace;
The love that saved our souls from hell
Transcends the creature’s power to tell.

How pleasant is the sound of praise!
It well becomes the saints of God:
Should we refuse our songs to raise,
The stones might tell our shame abroad.

For Him who washed us in His blood,
Let us our sweetest songs prepare;
He sought us wandering far from God,
And now preserves us by His care.

One string there is of sweetest tone,
Reserved for sinners saved by grace;
‘Tis sacred to one class alone,
And touched by one peculiar race.

Though angels may with rapture see
How mercy flows in Jesus’ blood,
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
The cleansing virtue of this flood.

Though angels praise the heavenly King,
And Him their Lord adoring own,
We can with exultation sing,
"He wears our nature on the throne."

Lord, we adore the wondrous love
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die;
Soon may we meet in heaven above,
To sing Thy praises in the sky.

Awake, each saint, in joyful lays,
To sing the great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from thee;
His loving-kindness, oh how free!

He saw us ruined in the fall,
Yet loved us notwithstanding all;
He saved us from our lost estate:
His loving-kindness, oh how great!

Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell our way oppose;
He safely leads His saints along:
His loving-kindness, oh how strong!

When trouble like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud;
He with His church has always stood:
His loving-kindness, oh how good!

Soon shall we mount and soar away
To the bright realms of endless day,
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.

Father, Thy sovereign love has sought
Captives to sin, gone far from Thee;
The work that Thine own Son hath wrought
Has brought us back in peace and free.

And now as sons before Thy face,
With joyful steps the path we tread,
Which leads us on to that blest place
Prepared for us by Christ our Head.

Thou gav’st us, in eternal love,
To Him to bring us home to Thee,
Suited to Thine own thought above,
As sons like Him, with Him to be

In Thine own house. there love divine
Fills the bright courts with cloudless joy;
But ’tis the love that made us Thine,
Fills all that house without alloy.

O boundless grace! what fills with joy
Unmingled all that enter there,
God’s nature, love without alloy,
Our hearts are given e’en now to share.

God’s righteousness with glory bright,
Which with its radiance fills that sphere,
E’en Christ, of God the power and light,
Our title is that light to share.

O mind divine, so must it be
That glory all belongs to God:
O love divine, that did decree
We should be part, through Jesus’ blood.

O keep us, love divine, near Thee,
That we our nothingness may know
And ever to Thy glory be
Walking in faith while here below.